Gotta Make Peace With Number 4

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So I gotta make peace with my new place. See, we had a fight. I stormed out 2 days ago and haven’t made it back. Things didn’t go well and I bailed.
Its early in our relationship, so I’m still having that “what have I done?” feeling. Renter’s remorse. That’s a thing, right? Nothing there yet to bind me. Hell, I didn’t even have a coffee pot yet. So I bailed.
The van is starting to fill up with odds and ends. Coffee pot, shower curtain, towels, soap. Two jugs of store-bought water. Nothing signifying trust. Nothing really taken away from the old place. Not yet.
I had internet service installed and spent 8 hours waiting for a red light to turn green. Tech support had no record of me and no real solutions. My solution was to run, regroup and start fresh later.
Two day later and I don’t wanna go. It occurs to me that I have no plan. Except the floor plan I drew while freezing and trying to open my Instagram. Graph paper and a tape measure have a way of revealing just how unworkable a layout can be. And it’s a rental, so no sledgehammer just yet.

Time to give it another go. Well, almost time. If I were dressed and had more stuff packed it’d definitely be time. Sometime today. C’mon, Jeff. Get out there. 

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  1. PeggyJanuary 18, 2018 at 9:22 AM

    Your writing is beautiful. Please keep writing! Xo

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  2. PeggyJanuary 18, 2018 at 9:24 AM

    And yep...renter's remorse is a thing. I've experienced it. It takes a while to build a home. Six months in, and my place finally feels like a home. P.S. Don't forget the toilet paper, lol.

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